Raw, scrabbly hardcore from Bilbao that howls and hollers like its life depends on it. Everything here is blunt and simple but so insistent that you can’t ignore it, comprising big stomping beats and ugly, brash riffing that gets so close you get the sense it wants to taste your breath. Comparisons include S.H.I.T., labelmates Hez and the Toxic State slate, but perhaps more than anything Karpatos fit in perfectly with the current wave of wild, grating, raggedly experimental hardcore that Spain seems hell bent on producing these days.
